Cedar Sweep ninniach

the impact of another force was a boom trough the sighthound's body, washing away the blank empty and coiling every muscle to the focal point of assaulting teeth.

the fight was not her calling. instead of reciprocation, instinct was to run free. a chase would be her victory.

unfortunately, teeth found the tangles of two braids running from hips to withers. they latched on and the dog let out a yell as her attempts to free herself yanked at their tightness.

she was a weasel, throwing her body to rip herself out the predator's maw.